O Captain! My Captain! Poem by Walt Whitman

O Captain! My Captain!

Rating: 4.3

O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up- for you the flag is flung- for you the bugle trills; 10
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths- for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; 20
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! My Captain!
Tish Howard 10 October 2012

this poem is about Abraham Lincoln - not just any random captain.... Abraham Lincoln is the captain, the ship is the United States, and the weathered trip was the Civil War....

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Buddha Buddie 11 April 2013

When I was just a youngon, I would play with all sorts of toys like Barney stuffed animals and such...but one day I went fishin over yonder over dem hills ya know? ... Well as we was fishin, a dun big ol beaver jumped outer the grass and dun bit my nipple of me boddie! I just dun couldn't believe it so I ran home and iced that sucka for a couple of hours and it grew back...when I got in my room...I noticed dat da beava dun stole all mi toys! So dun ran back down to da lake over yonder ova dem dun hills! I got me some dumplings and through me in da water and waited...IT CAME! So I jumped in da lake and grabbed hold of dat beaver and bit dat dun beavers nipple off and he dun gave me my dun toys back!

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Buddha Buddie 11 April 2013

Walt Whitman was a fantastic ball player in his day...he loved ice cream but his parents died when he was 10 from then on he lived on the streets and lived as bully

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Chris Pike 07 February 2012

this peom is stupid i dont like it whatsoever

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Buddha Buddie 11 April 2013

I'm beginning my own poem called how to be a Buddha buddie and love beavers at the same time

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 21 September 2021

A powerful and very touching poem. So beautifully crafted and well executed.

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Savita Tyagi 10 August 2021

This poem always brings out the most patriotic and intense emotions.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 10 August 2021

Each time I read this poem, it deepens my heart. Marvelous poem.5 Stars full!

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Dr Dillip K Swain 22 July 2021

Great.... In each visit I find more poetic joy than I had grasped it before!

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Augustus Quaicoe 22 July 2021

such an artistic eulogy. bravo

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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

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